ARKED AND READY: A KWANZAA IMANI FOCUS
Monitoring all,
Nature made her decision;
Disaster rained down:-
The high waters rose,
Sinking life beneath the level:
Leaving hope floating:-
Like Noah, we wait;
Nature daming the waters:
Returning doves seen:-
Living our faith,
Spiritually nourished,
Let’s collectively journey
In divine wisdom’s guidance:-
Let not fear taunt us;
God’s rod and staff, protect us
From Satan’s shadows:-
God did not bring us this far,
To leave us here abandoned:-
With eyes on the prize,
Fueled by the Holy Spirit,
Let’s blast rolling rocks:
Let’s be beyond Sisyphus;
Climbing onwards with Jesus
P.S. HAPPY NEW YEAR
IN THE JOURNEY
SEASONALLY READY: AHAIKU TRIO
Seasons of nature
Are as the nature of life;
Always challenging:-
Each season weathers,
Claiming its own uniqueness;
Just as do our lives:-
Live seasonally:
No matter which season comes,
Live triumphantly:-
No push, no pressure, no forced embrace Just a quiet waiting, in this sacred space.
When you're ready, a whisper on the breeze,
My heart will hear you, rustling through the trees.
Right here I'll be, a beacon in the night, Waiting patiently, with all my might.
No expectations, no demands I make, Just a silent promise, for goodness sake.
Yonah, Ownah of the Eruv!
Geo. Washington has the same birthday,
Like George the Father of our Country,
R’ Ribiat & Baila are blessed by many,
Even TA’s Gabbai “By Jove!”
Truly Baila’s rock solid “Belay”,
In Detroit, Yonah made his entry,
Torah sagacious & canny,
Yet “Rough & Ready”, a treasure trove,
Known for a Yiddish “Kopf” & Wood Handy,
Star of David “geometry”,
On cherry-picker, we pray that high up, he falls not on his “Fannie”,
May Yonah “laugh it off” and “keep his sanity!”
By Poet "A mother's love is made in heaven."
A special gift given from above
only one person can feel.
How great is a mother's love.
She always has ready a delicious meal
working many long hours
only one person can feel.
Her garden is filled with flowers
wiping away the tears
working many long hours
she has no fears
as she kneels to pray
wiping away the tears
joy is watching the children at play
before the coming rain
as she kneels to pray
she will wrap her arms around you like a chain
A special gift given from above
before the coming rain
how great is a mother's love.
Start with a red onion and dice it all up.
Then slice up some mushrooms (no more than a cup).
Saute in some oil in a cast iron pan;
it quickly will soften in a few minutes span.
Then separate the leaves from those lovely red stalks,
and set them aside for less time on the clock.
Chopped up like celery, add the stalks to the mix,
and toss in some sea salt for a nice, subtle kick.
Then roll up the leaves like a big fat cigar;
slice it ever so thin, like the chef that you are.
Toss in the greens and a fresh lemon, juiced,
and stir on low heat till the volume’s reduced.
Voila! It is ready, a colorful treat;
low cal and delicious, red chard can’t be beat!
Dark ominous clouds gather in the sky,
Thunder rumbles loud somewhere far away,
The earth gets ready, a shower is nigh,
That drizzle drives her crazy with her spray,
As water and wind in the wet woods play,
Trees sway and dance when the gust gathers speed,
A burning is quenched as rain meets land's greed,
There's steady downpour while lightning flashes,
A yearning fulfilled as petrichor's freed,
Nature blushes under dripping lashes.
4th November 2022
For Sotto poet's "Dizain poetry contest"
Shadows on walls, enjoyment of shapes
Rabbits, Dogs all made to enthrall
The feeling of late, drowned in sound
Time for a walk, shadow beckons
Lost the energy that once abounded
Standing enjoying birds and scenery
A giggle, from where? no one around
I looked down at the ground
My shadow standing next to me
Off I go, shadow followed
Need a rest, stopped and rested
My shadow moved onward
How can this be, I looked in amazement
my shadow turned, waving gestured
I looked around, no one to be seen
I returned the wave, sheepishly
My shadow strode on, turning occasionally
No one around, I shouted wait for me
My shadow stood still, waiting patiently
I ran to join my shadow, feeling foolish
We became one again, sigh of relief
Are we ready, a silent question?
Off we strode life is waiting.
For every action, one makes up his mind to take
May expect either some joy from it or some pain
Thus he must be ready a great effort to make
For every single thing, he is yearning to gain!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
14 September 2021
DIOS ES LA CURA -GOD IS THE CURE---English verse
Does any body
Have a cure
For what's going on in this here world
Does any one
Know for sure
Is there ready a God...
Cause I don't know
Yes, I wanna know
I GOT SINS
IN MY BEING
DOES ANYONE HAVE A CURE
DOES ANYBODY HAVE A CURE
The cure is ourselves
It's our though process
We do, we chose to live or die
This cure is ourselves?
We chose to live or begat
The things in sin I'm a witness
If we chose wrong
If we go left
We will lose are soul
We won’t be blessed
I'm a witness
I GOT SINS
IN MY BEING
DOES ANYONE HAVE A CURE
DOES ANYBODY HAVE A CURE
Hush.......my brother/sister
GOD is the Cure
and if you’re not sure
You’ve already tried your way
And if you’re not sure
It's only two ways, yours and God's way
You have chosen wrong
You need to turn it around
Turn it around
When you’re wrong, when you’re unsure
Stop! Breathe turn around believe
GOD IS THE CURE
When you’re wrong, when you’re unsure
Stop! Breathe turn around believe
GOD IS THE CURE
ALLELUIA
"When You Are Ready" – A Triolet
"You must wait for happier days,
They will come when you are ready."
Is that just a meaningless phrase?
"You must wait for happier days."
Trapped in an eerie monstrous maze
I have to keep my mind steady!
"You must wait for happier days
They will come when you are ready!"
LW 01/18/2019
My cat, she plays so, with her prey.
It is what nature tells them to do.
We cannot shame the feline’s way
For they believe they’ve brought us food.
The dog will always be our friend;
It’s love, the closest thing to God’s.
Always ready, a paw to lend;
As we trek along the sod.
The horse, a life companion, is;
They’ll never let you down.
For it is the horse’s biz;
To carry you around.
Domestics love us, as we are and serve without a care.
Some have one and others, two; nothing’s better than a pair.
Wear that Hat and wear it well,
If it drags you, we all can tell.
If you'll fake, real, or true
Whatever you are it will come through.
Wear that Hat and shut the church down
Make everyone turn completely around
Get ready, a real queen is coming down the aisle
You may join me, but don’t cramp my style.
You wanted Hat drama so here I come
it's always a pleasure to make the men numb
Take pictures and video fast as you can
Please remember if you keep looking
that makes you a fan
Wear that Hat with all your might.
remember you have God's glory and light.
When it’s own your head, it feels so right.
Please believe me, this is my one great delight.
Wear that Hat Queen, give them all hell
Make the pastor say oh my sister, well!!well!!well!!
Ladies, you must be the hidden flavor
In your own special sauce.
Every move you make must be Boss.
Wear that Hat and serve it for real,
Don’t forget your gloves, because they are our seal
Ladies, please remember it's only for a little while,
please Diva don't forget your smile.
Light the oven with a spark
Wearing paper gloves in the dark
Add water: a litre
From a distance of a metre
Add a rampant stinging nettle
Then its ready: a chocolate kettle
In a long ago day no term such as teenager
was inferred
Upon reaching pubescence adulthood was
conferred
No separate entity were teenage years
thought to be
Anymore than 20 or 30 even 93
The business of giving separate age a place
on life's map
Has turned out to be nothing but a load
of crap
"I'm a teenager" they will wail and whine
Implying "your life is less valuable than
mine"
"I'm your replacement" is what they're
trying to say
But they should at their feet what's crawling
on the floor
Their own replacements will be ready a couple
years or more
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